40. Self Loading Baggage

We all start taking the same classes, but then randomly you’ll look around at Milton or Corpus and realize one of your good friends remained in Pensacola. How could this be? Are they… one of THOSE?! But they were so cool… As the feeling of betrayal sinks in, you realize that they are a Naval Flight Officer, and are going to back seat drive those who want jets. To the untrained eye, they look, talk, and act like pilots. But to the slightly trained student eye, they are skating by in Pensacola while we suffer helmet fire after helmet fire in primary and advanced. In reality, we all secretly want them flying with us now, that way they can be getting roasted on comms instead of us. Welcome aboard Warbucks and Cosmic Cats. Now someone get the duck some pants… Hooks out for Harambe?